Spy On Sister Novels & Stories

“Don’t remind me. I hate that little leach she got knocked up by. I don’t trust him at all.” “Don’t worry I have eyes on the leach. He is certainly not to be trusted. He’s not been properly vetted.” “You know we can’t properly vet him.” I remind Lorenzo. I would love to properly vet the leach my sister started dating around the time I killed my father. I knew that killing him would mean I was responsible for Sofia. She is eighteen going on nineteen with no direction in her life. She started dating some Irish boy named Conner Conely. It didn’t take long before she got pregnant. My sister swears she’s on the pill and that they used a condom, yet she still got pregnant. According to the doctors

His expression alone was enough to prove something. However, she was still unwilling to believe it. The image of her brother in her heart had always been big, tall, and clean! How could he possibly do those things? “Who sent them to you!” Peter held back the impulse to smash his phone, and asked, not daring to look at his sister. Something seemed to flash in Sally’s mind and she said faintly, “The fake Britney.” Peter immediately glared at her. “Impossible!” His gaze was extremely fierce.

Blaze discloses, allowing a moment for Spencer to absorb the information. "My sister?" Spencer's confusion deepened. "It's definitely not Tiffany, and neither is it Elena? Do I have a sister I know nothing about?" "Yes, you do. She's Alice's first daughter, Astrid. She's also Elena's twin sister." Blaze clarified, offering a glimpse into the family dynamics that had unfolded during Spencer's absence. **** Astrid slowly stirred, her eyes fluttering open to find Blaze walking in with a tray of food. As her gaze inadvertently shifted to his shirtless form, she couldn't help but gulp.

"Whatever you're going to ask about my mother, save it. I don't know what she knew beyond the payments. I don't know if she understood the full scope of what Helena was doing. And right now, I don't care. I haven't read all of Helena's diary, but I'm sure she liked to document just how clever she was and how she fooled everyone around her. Your answers should be easy to find." Morrison's eyebrows lifted. "Mrs. Sinclair—" "I said not today. Don't you think we have been through enough?" My hands were shaking, but my voice stayed level. "I know my own eggs were stolen from me without consent. That my sister planned to raise my biological child as her own. That my husband was arrested for a murd

"She's Aaron's sister. Yes, Aaron, the man who killed your father. That Aaron." He's standing in front of her, and he has no idea how he got there. She looks up with an arched brow. Aaron's sister? She's crossed all the lines. He's had enough of her. She lost her mind completely. "You're in need of antipsychotics. You're fucking crazy. Aaron's sister? You expect me to believe that? I don't know why I'm wasting my time with you." "It's true!" she exclaims, standing and moving so she's standing right in front of him. "Why would I make this up? I'm trying to open your eyes to the truth. She's a fucking spy, and she's Aaron's sister."

My voice cracked. "You need to tell us everything ?" Madden said, visibly upset. I shook my head. "Not now. Later. I promise. But first…" I pulled out the photograph of Alice in the lake. The warning on the back. The napkin. "Someone killed my sister. Someone left these warnings. Someone has been watching me since the day I arrived." Ashley stared at the evidence. Tears welled in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell us?" "Because I didn't know if I could trust you."

As if everything that had already happened wasn’t enough I had to gave him again at the celebratory buffet and I couldn’t decline the invite because it was my sister…. The next event was even bigger than the engagement party. A celebratory buffet my sister insisted on hosting, something about “bringing both families together properly.” It was elegant, controlled, perfect. Just like her. And somehow… I was there again. Dressed up, smiling when necessary, pretending everything was fine. Pretending I wasn’t falling apart inside, but I kept my distance this time.

This was the most disorienting part-she had somehow expected Anna to be sitting up and demanding coffee and berating her for her wrinkled gown. Instead, it was the same stillness, same monitors, same bland quiet of a woman whose body was apparently doing significant things but was refusing to give any clue about it whatsoever. She took the chair, and sat looking at her sister. "So," she began. "You're apparently going to wake up" The monitor beeped. "I don't know what that means, to me" she confessed. "Which means I'm probably a bad sister. I am truly happy, happy-that you're well. And that you're going to wake up. I am happy"

And I was relieved when she just agreed that she wanted to talk to her sister. So I immediately gave Leysa my phone, which she accepted and put the phone near her ear. "Hello, sister," she said while looking straight at me and biting her lower lip that made me a little bit unease. I don't know but her stares are enticing, it's like hypnotizing me. That’s why I also can’t take my eyes off her, it’s as if there’s a magnetic field between us.